Luyện nghe bài hát Snakebit

The children are crying, they never got supper
Where you run to in the darkness of the night?
Even shadows fear to
They gather 'round me in the

Your crucifix is broken, bloody, sharp and
I it to pieces on the bedroom floor
Pain and prayers and promises
Then I pulled the pistol the dresser drawer

Oh Lord, oh
Oh Lord, have I done?
worth holding slips through my fingers
Now my hands wrapped the handle of a gun

The further I fall, the less I
Forsaken, without love
The slow motion turns into a holler
Forty years of turns into a shove

Oh Lord, oh
Oh Lord, what have I
Everything worth holding just through my fingers
Now my hands around the handle of a gun

The chair that I sit in belonged to my
Carved from the hard wood of a bitter
When he was alive he used me
Kid I when you was born
Youd end up bit like me

Oh Lord, oh
Oh Lord, what have I
Everything holding slips through my fingers
Now my wrapped around the handle of a gun
Im holding on to the of a gun